I stiffened and glanced at Ruth over my shoulder. My wolf believed she was my true mate, so instincts prevented me from killing her with my own hands. But she didn’t know that. From her eyes, she’d nearly died. Now she didn’t want to leave?
“This is the wolf’s den, Bunny. You can’t stay unless you want to be my dinner.”
“Better than being ripped apart by the rest of your pack. Plus, I’m in heat. They might do worse than rip my throat out.”
I turned around and leaned against my dresser to eye her on my bed. “You don’t know that I won’t do that too.”
“If you were going to force yourself on me, you would have by now.”
If only she knew the fucked up shit my wolf was thinking of doing to her.
I shrugged as I set down the alcohol and picked up a lighter and a pack of Marlboros from my dresser. Pulling a cigarette out with my teeth, I lit the tip, the cherry-red glow crackling as I took a drag. “You drive my wolf crazy. I don’t know how long I can control it.”
“All werewolves are supposed to have batshit instincts. It’s the whole point of this stupid ritual, isn’t it? Rabbit shifter blood sates you for the rest of the year.”
“I’ve always had control over my beast. Well, until now. You’re the only thing that makes it go wild. It hasn’t even spoken to me until tonight.”
Her doe-eyes widened. “Ever?”
I exhaled, smoke swirling around my head in a thick cloud. “Ever.”
“So… what does that mean?”
“It means you’ve awakened something.” My eyes drifted shut, and I breathed in the smoke, but it didn’t mask her pheromones. The monster inside me lurked just beneath the surface, ready to act out all the dark thoughts shadowing my mind. “You’d better leave now before I shift.”
“But…” She lifted her head, a frown on her face. “I’m in heat. There’s no way your pack won’t scent me now.”
I nodded and took another puff of my cigarette in contemplation. “You’re right. Your scent is just begging for any male within a mile radius to breed that little bunny womb of yours. And your dripping pussy will leave a trail.”
My words had her lips parting with a breathy gasp.
I didn’t miss the way she clenched her thighs and squirmed her hips, all while glaring daggers at me. Oh, she hated how much I was turning her on. Her line of sight dipped to the obvious bulge in my pants. She had to know the feeling was mutual.
“I have to wait for my heat to end. It will take three or four days.”
I shook my head. “Well, you can’t stay here.”
Ruth swallowed, appearing to gather her courage to say the words burning on her tongue. “Why not? You’ve decided not to kill me, right?”
“I haven’t decided fucking shit.”
“Or maybe youcan’tkill me…” She climbed off the bed, heading for me. “Maybe your wolf won’t let you since it seems to like me.”
I growled at her in warning to keep her distance. The deep rumble froze her in her tracks but also seemed to make her pheromones spike in potency.
“She has to be so wet. So ready to take my cock. Ready to take my knot and every last drop of cum I pump into that tight little cunt.”
She prowled forward, her eyes hooded and her steps purposeful. “Back in the woods, when you got pervy with my knife and decided to play your little counting game with my body jewelry… Your beast told you to claim me.”
Every muscle in my body pulled taut as she approached.
“Your deepest instincts chose me. What if we really are true mates?”
My upper lip curled. “A wolf and a bunny can’t be true mates. Shit like that only happens in books, baby.”
“Guess you’d know.” Her attention darted to my bookshelves and she looked back at me with a brow arched skeptically. “Do you actually read all these?”
My eyes narrowed. “Why else would they be here?”
